I'm doing a few comedy clubs in Quebec & customs gave me a HUGE grilling.
Here's my story... I have an OK car-- a 2000 Saturn. I live in Boston now, where car insurance is SKY HIGH, so I never changed over my drivers license from bumfuck nowhere Maryland and I tell the insurance company that I've had since I was 16 I still live with my parents. They probably think I'm the biggest loser on the planet, and I couldn't care less because I'm saving about $2000.
See, I really hate insurance companies. It's as if you're saying to them "I bet I'm gonna fuck up my car and KILL someone and destroy a lot of property." And they're saying "We bet you won't." And then you hedge your bets. Anyway..
My fiancees parent's were retiring their 1986 volvo station wagon so I said "I'll take it!" and I have my Saturn stored away until I drive this tank into the ground (and believe me I'm trying).
So I pull up to the Canadian border and tell them I live in Boston, but have a Maryland driver's license, and am driving a car not registered in my name with New Hampshire license plates. Can you say "fucked?"
They ask what I do for a living and I tell them I'm a comedian, which now makes me more suspicious than ever. They ask if I will be working, and I of course lie and say "Non, messieur. Je vais juste visiter quelques amis." It's a really weird conversation between me and the customs officer. He alternately asks me questions in French and English and I respond in the language he asks. It's really annoying because I'm just like PICK A FRIGGING LANGUANGE!!!
He asks me again and again if I've ever been charged with a crime and I say "no." "non."and "no."
He goes away for a long time and then comes back and then asks again "have you ever been charged with a crime?"
I say "no."
He says "On sait tout." ("we know everything")
I look him in the eye and say "non."
Il dit "dix-neuf cent quatre vignt dix. On sait tout." (he says 1990, we know everything)
My jaw just drops. Ok, when I was a kid I got arrested for something really stupid (but REALLY cool). They just threw it out at court because I was an honors student and could tell that I was just trying to be cool.
I say "mais ils ont vire les charges!" (but they threw it out!) and he said "yes, but vous m'avez menti." (oui mais, you lied to me.)
Now I'm really confused as to which language to respond in because he just mixed it all up.
So I say "Il y a un grande difference between charged and culpable" (I mix up the languages too).
He asks when I'm working again and I truthfully tell him that I have a couple of private gigs next week, to which he responds "well why isn't that on your website?"
Now, I never gave this fucker my web address and I haven't gotten around to making the site "google" friendly so I'm wondering how he found it and now I'm just happy I haven't gotten around to updating the "schedule" page because I would have put my Canadian date on there (and then be caught in another lie). He sees the shock on my face and smirks and says "on sait tout."
Two guys come out and search my car and the first guy comes back and says "we called the people who you're staying with and they say you're French." So I pull out my French passport and he says "Pourquoi vous m'avez pas juste montrez CA d'abord?" (why didn't you show me this in the first place?)
and I say "because I thought it would be suspicious." and he smiles at me and says "c'est bon. Bienvenue a Quebec."
etienne
Here's my story... I have an OK car-- a 2000 Saturn. I live in Boston now, where car insurance is SKY HIGH, so I never changed over my drivers license from bumfuck nowhere Maryland and I tell the insurance company that I've had since I was 16 I still live with my parents. They probably think I'm the biggest loser on the planet, and I couldn't care less because I'm saving about $2000.
See, I really hate insurance companies. It's as if you're saying to them "I bet I'm gonna fuck up my car and KILL someone and destroy a lot of property." And they're saying "We bet you won't." And then you hedge your bets. Anyway..
My fiancees parent's were retiring their 1986 volvo station wagon so I said "I'll take it!" and I have my Saturn stored away until I drive this tank into the ground (and believe me I'm trying).
So I pull up to the Canadian border and tell them I live in Boston, but have a Maryland driver's license, and am driving a car not registered in my name with New Hampshire license plates. Can you say "fucked?"
They ask what I do for a living and I tell them I'm a comedian, which now makes me more suspicious than ever. They ask if I will be working, and I of course lie and say "Non, messieur. Je vais juste visiter quelques amis." It's a really weird conversation between me and the customs officer. He alternately asks me questions in French and English and I respond in the language he asks. It's really annoying because I'm just like PICK A FRIGGING LANGUANGE!!!
He asks me again and again if I've ever been charged with a crime and I say "no." "non."and "no."
He goes away for a long time and then comes back and then asks again "have you ever been charged with a crime?"
I say "no."
He says "On sait tout." ("we know everything")
I look him in the eye and say "non."
Il dit "dix-neuf cent quatre vignt dix. On sait tout." (he says 1990, we know everything)
My jaw just drops. Ok, when I was a kid I got arrested for something really stupid (but REALLY cool). They just threw it out at court because I was an honors student and could tell that I was just trying to be cool.
I say "mais ils ont vire les charges!" (but they threw it out!) and he said "yes, but vous m'avez menti." (oui mais, you lied to me.)
Now I'm really confused as to which language to respond in because he just mixed it all up.
So I say "Il y a un grande difference between charged and culpable" (I mix up the languages too).
He asks when I'm working again and I truthfully tell him that I have a couple of private gigs next week, to which he responds "well why isn't that on your website?"
Now, I never gave this fucker my web address and I haven't gotten around to making the site "google" friendly so I'm wondering how he found it and now I'm just happy I haven't gotten around to updating the "schedule" page because I would have put my Canadian date on there (and then be caught in another lie). He sees the shock on my face and smirks and says "on sait tout."
Two guys come out and search my car and the first guy comes back and says "we called the people who you're staying with and they say you're French." So I pull out my French passport and he says "Pourquoi vous m'avez pas juste montrez CA d'abord?" (why didn't you show me this in the first place?)
and I say "because I thought it would be suspicious." and he smiles at me and says "c'est bon. Bienvenue a Quebec."
etienne

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